After breakfast.

Kyrlius had Cheryl put on a spare nun dress, and Cheryl's size was not much different from that of Sister Paris. A wild elf with barbarian blood, although underage, is much more mature than his peers, and stands out from the crowd with a height of about 1.7 meters.

However, because Paris is the only one here, there are only three sets of nun clothes in total. One set of Paris to wear, one set of Cheryl to wear, and one set of washing, no matter how you look at it, it is not enough.

And it is obviously not a matter of one or two days to order, and it will take five to seven days just to transport it.

By the way, there is no place in the town of Banji that is specifically designed for the service of the Titar Church.

After all, Titar's influence here has been extremely low for many years.

Kylelius decided to do something for his cute little pet - buy clothes.

Kylelius took the door of the church, hung a sign indicating rest, and left the church, strolling towards the already lively market.

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The sun was rising, and it was already about ten o'clock.

In the early morning market, which was already lively, there were more people coming and going at this time, and most of the mercenaries and criminals who had been crazy all night last night had already risen at this time.

With their strong bodies that have been tempered by life and death for a long time, even if they were crazy until the early hours of the morning yesterday, they are all refreshed and energetic at this time.

With full spirit, he began to make all kinds of careful preparations for another cruel adventure that he didn't know if he could come back safely.

Some work, some don't.

They are just doing their best to obey the fate of God, if there is a big accident in the adventure, no matter how well prepared, with the skills of these low-level mercenaries, there is no possibility of returning safely.

Most adventurers know this, and they come here to buy equipment or materials just to find some small solace for their restless and restless hearts.

As for their own life and death, they can only pray for the blessing of Her Royal Highness the goddess of fate, "Carder". Even Mr. Elfman could not bless them, or was not willing to bless them, the scum of society, the cancer of the Church.

The only morning market in the town of Banji takes place in a huge hexagonal square.

At this time, there were all kinds of shouting and bargaining voices in the square.

There are quite a few stalls in the square.

Felt or canvas was spread on the ground, and all kinds of things were placed on it, such as low-grade materials such as fur, bones, teeth, claws, and internal organs on the body of the monsters, unidentified scrolls, bottles, or ores, all kinds of low-level monsters in captivity, and all kinds of weapons, armor, and helmets.

Some of the stalls have tents or tents, and you can see the beds and daily necessities inside. The stall owner is a full-time stall owner, but such stalls are usually painted with the emblem of their respective adventurer teams, and they sell the loot of their respective team's quests and adventures.

Of course, there are also lone rangers, peddlers and people who serve various churches, organizations, and nobles.

Of course, it's not for selling, but for buying things, buying the spoils of some foreign adventurers who act alone and have no regular market. Because their sellers are all immigrants and have no backers, the prices of these buying points are slightly lower than those in other places, and these lone rangers who act alone have to accept it, because other places only accept things from acquaintances, and their raw faces can't sell them for a good price anyway.

Occasionally, some discerning guys will sell some precious or valuable things here as ordinary items, and the buyers at the acquisition point are also happy to pretend to be confused, and from time to time they will receive some good things.

The square is surrounded by buildings with signs, two brick-thick solid wood signs. Since most of the adventurers and mercenaries were illiterate, they were simply inlaid with patterns in red copper.

[Libra and Money Bag] should be the trading market.

The wine glass should be an inn.

This one of the flasks and herbs is a potion shop

[Sword and shield crossed] is an equipment and equipment repair shop.

"Bread and milk" stands for a food store.

[A common white-billed crow monster] represents the monster pet shop, and the main customers are animal trainers, knights, ladies and ladies who like animals, and noble lords.

[Earrings and necklaces] represent jewelry stores, ranging from ordinary ornate jewelry to magic props that have been enchanted or are directly alchemical artifacts.

[A Lady's Evening Dress] represents a shop that represents a middle-class evening dress, ordinary clothing, and cloth armor and soft armor intimate armor, hats, shoes, clothes, and hakama.

Kylelius' destination today is this shop that sells clothes.

Kylelius walked to the door of a more civilian-looking daily clothing store. It is a small clothing store with only about 100 square meters. Perhaps because it was noon, there were only a dozen people in the store, three of whom were clerks, all of whom looked to be girls in their twenties.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Priest. One of the clerks walked up to Kyleus, a beautiful girl who was nearly 1.7 meters tall.

It seems that for these people at the bottom, I, the priest of Titar, am still very well-known. But the news spread so quickly that I barely went out before the girl recognized me at a glance. It seems that the people here should not be underestimated. ’

Several thoughts passed through Kyleus's mind in this short moment, but his face did not change at all, and the words that came out of his mouth were also in a completely different direction.

"Help me choose a few sets of normal battle robes and women's soft armor to this size. Kylelius didn't go in to pick up, but handed a note full of Ustan to the waiter in front of him.

"Yes, we're here to help. The waiter saluted Kelelius respectfully, turned and went into the store, and went to pick up the goods.

The waitress looked down at the note in her hand, and her look of surprise flashed. After a pause, she calmed her breathing, and then continued walking as if she hadn't seen anything, but her pace involuntarily quickened a little.

This is a very unusual move.

But Kyrlius didn't see it.

It's not because he's not observant enough.

But.

His eyes were not on the waiter at all.

At this time, Kylelius turned his head slightly, and his sharp eyes looked through the dense crowd to the other end of this connection.